Cheryl sacked / Geordie Shore

Cheryl thought she had the job, but Simon was a liar,

He turned into Sir Alan Sugar, and told her she was fired.

They said her accent was too strong, so she tried not to speak,

She’s not the first Geordie to lose their job in less than a week.

So please don’t get depressed Cheryl, peel yourself up from the floor,

They’ll always be a place for you back at Geordie Shore.

Ok she’s a laughing stock, she’s feeling under the weather,

The lassies and lads of Geordie Shore will piece her back together.

They’ll take her oot way doon the toon, buy her Bacardi breezers,

She’ll end the night with a quick snog with some random Geordie geezer.

Let Cheryl back comb up her hair, and wear them purple flairs,

It’s Friday night in Newcastle who the hell is gonna care??

Last week on the sunset strip, down Hollywood she drove,

Yet one week on she’s all pissed up and going down the Grove.

This gang will put our Cheryl straight, pissed Geordies do act brashly,

They’ll even confiscate her phone to stop her texting Ashely.

They evenings going perfectly, but make sure nothing spoils it,

They’ll each have to play chaperone when Chez goes to the toilet.

Cheryl don’t need the LA life, flash cars and fancy shops,

Who needs Paula Abdul when you’ve kebabs and Alcopops?

She’ll get back to normal; she’s still a Geordie through and through,

As first thing Monday morning, she’s signing on the brew.